Loki’s Umbrella

This came from a prompt given by the always amazing A.J.  Brown. There are connections to some of my recent flash fiction posts in the poem. Can you connect the dots?

The rain falls, but Loki’s got an umbrella …


Loki’s Umbrella

Loki broke into a grin, umbrella in his hand
Lighting bolts and thunderclaps erupted through the land
Many years has come and gone; his wicked, tricky schemes
Plagued the realm of Midgard bringing horror’s deathly screams
Edging out into the field, the Bifröst sparked and hissed
Time, it seemed, had ended, and in Asgard he was missed
Only one could rain the light and sparkle such a path
Thor had come to claim him in the den of Odin’s wrath
Watching every single streak, umbrella twirling round
Loki counted seconds in between the thunder’s sound
Laughter seemed appropriate; the pelting droplets burned
Thinking of the olden days and lessons never learned
Many situations he provoked and had been warned
Midgard was off limits, but the other gods he scorned
Thor was its protector giving Loki much delight
Ragnarök would end him when his wolf son took a bite
Still, the beating coming would be much, much less than fun
Loki contemplated all the odds; perhaps he’d run
Then again, his powers were quite magically designed
Tricks and treats, a goat that bleats, the while the lightning shined
Everything reminded him of past exploits expired
Flames and mass endangerment; the chaos he inspired
Odin had enough, or so now Loki mused the while
Holding his umbrella, holding onto his broad smile
Thor might have a hammer, but no butter for his bread
Loki snapped his fingers raising up the walking dead
Hel, his rotting daughter, sent the best she had to give
Loki didn’t falter; he knew he would surely live
Wasteful use of power, like a glass of empty Scotch
Darkened his vile humor like a niche to claim a notch
How he loathed Mjölnir; how he loathed the hammer’s strike
In his hand he turned his black umbrella to a pike
Norsemen all about him; those decaying draugen called
Rallied to his notion as the god of thunder stalled
Sudden hesitation drew a flicker of remorse
That’s when Odin showed up on his wild eight legged old horse
Sleipnir neighed and whinnied as his master waved his spear
Loki stood applauding; never once slipped into fear
Thor at last arrived with famed Mjölnir in his hand
Barking threats and orders forcing Loki from this land
Draugen soon surrounded those two gods who braved the night
Leading to a skirmish that was much more than a fight
In the heat of battle, Loki named them both “lamella”
“Rain,” he said, and rushed them. “Why not borrow my umbrella?”

James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is coming soon from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC.

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